The time ticks around me,
The restraints are chocking my neck,
My wrists are bound,
My feet tied,
To the sands of time.
It ticks around me,
Each second I lose,
I gain nothing from losing,
Even one small second,
Becouse there is so much to do,
In so little time,
And the sands of time are against me.
I want to scream,
I want to yell,
I want to break free,
From my enemy,
Time.
It kills me,
It keeps me from living,
The sands of time are against me.
I must try to work against them,
I have to get it all done afterall,
For if I don't,
It could mean the end for me,
And the sands of time are against me.
So I do what anyone else would do,
When time is clicking against them,
When they can hear the ringing in their ears,
Each time a second is lost,
I take my bound wrists,
And my tied feet,
And I try to breathe throw the restraints on my neck,
I look to the sun,
And declare that I will,
Get this done.
But still the sands of time,
Work against me.

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